Emmy, The Class Nudist: Part 2.
Emmy gains a new nudist friend.
Based on a post by WatchingCloud. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Carson climbed the couple steps, feeling the abrasive texture of the springy board beneath his feet. The pool itself, lit by underwater lights, was particularly gorgeous and inviting at night. He glanced back at Emmy and found her smiling and waiting with her arms crossed. He sighed, took a quick approach to the end, bounced twice to get some elevation and then leaped off the end to land in a classic cannonball. The water was cool, but not near as bad as he had feared. By the time he surfaced, pulling himself clear of the diving area, he was already feeling comfortable.
He turned back and watched as Emmy focused herself on the board, staring off in the distance. She took a few confident steps toward the end and bounced like a professional before launching herself into the air. Carson couldn't help but watch the way her free tits bounced wildly, making him wonder if it might be uncomfortable to do that sort of thing without a swimsuit. Emmy flew into the air with her arms extended above her, then folded neatly in half and extended once again as she entered the water head first in a smooth line. It was simple, but elegant.
"Show off," Carson said when Emmy surfaced next to him.
"Whatever," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair to pull it back. "See, water's not too bad."
"Nah, it's nice. Bet this is really sweet in the summer time."
"We'll see. Only got warm enough to start using it a couple weeks ago."
For a blissful while, Carson and Emmy just aimlessly paddled around the pool while making small talk across all manner of subjects. They rarely strayed more than a few feet from one another, and occasionally brushed against one another. Carson's awareness of the girl's nudity further dissipated while she remained mostly submerged. Occasionally her tits would surface when they ventured into shallow water or she had a mind to swim on her back for a few strokes, but it was no longer a consuming distraction for him.
The one thought that kept returning to Carson through their conversation was how he regretted not having been a little more assertive in trying to get to know Emmy earlier in the semester. He hadn't been dating anyone regularly and now he discovered that they got along very easily. Never before had he been able to feel so comfortable talking to a girl he fancied, and she seemed to be just as relaxed in his presence.
"Could you excuse me for a minute? Need to hit the restroom." Carson had been fighting down the need to use the bathroom for a while, unwilling to break their rapport, but the discomfort had finally become too much of a distraction.
"Sure," she said. "I'll be here."
Carson lightly toweled off and headed inside. He knew there was a bathroom on the first floor, but it had the feel of being more of a showpiece with shell-shaped soaps and fancy hand towels than a functional facility. Instead of using that, he trotted upstairs to the bathroom across from Emmy's bedroom. He quickly relieved himself while his mind absently wondered about where this relationship might be going.
Finished, Carson stole into Emmy's room on a whim. He left the light off and peered out the back window at the pool below. Emmy was floating on her back in the middle of the water, her angelic figure dark against the blue glow of the underwater lights. It clicked in his mind that she had something he wanted, but it wasn't something she could give to him.
Carson returned to the bathroom and peeled off his shorts. He quickly wrung them out over the tub and then hung them over the edge. The cool, climate controlled air chilled his damp and now exposed nakedness. He suppressed a shiver, be it from the cold or nerves, and looked at himself in the mirror.
This was what he wanted, Carson realized as he looked at his reflection. He wanted the confidence and carefree attitude that Emmy had. It wasn't something that he was doing for her, but rather something that he needed to do for himself. Finally, he had found the courage to admit it to himself and to act upon his own desires.
As he walked back downstairs, Carson again had to fight down his agitated nerves. This time, however, it had very little to do with being nude. Granted, he was a little nervous at the prospect that Emmy's parents might come home at any time and disapprove. What really made him nervous, however, was the possibility that Emmy might take his sudden change of heart to be some sort of sexual overture toward her rather than an awakening in himself. The last thing he wanted was to come across to her as overly needy or desperate.
Carson paused before opening the doors to the patio. If he was going to change his mind and chicken out, this was his last opportunity. He caught a glimpse of Emmy slowly drifting along in the water and decided that there was no going back. He slid the door open and walked out into the warm evening air.
He walked toward the pool as casually as he could manage, neither in a hurry to hide in the water nor slowly in an effort to be seen. Emmy did notice him and paused in her swimming to face him. He could tell that she looked him up and down for just the briefest of moments, though her expression didn't change for a moment as she did so.
"As long as you're out, would you mind grabbing the beach ball?" That Emmy didn't even mention his nudity was an incredible relief to him. He wanted it to be no different than what she was used to; a non-factor. So far, so good.
"Sure," he said, heading over toward the bin with the pool toys and grabbing the requested ball.
"Thanks," she said, catching it as he tossed it to her.
Carson hopped into the pool from the side and let the cool water wash over him. The feeling of water moving over and around his scrotum unimpeded was a novel one. He found that the sense of freedom and weightlessness was rather enjoyable, enough so that he would likely miss it in the future when he had to swim properly clothed.
"Incoming," Emmy said, tossing him the ball from across the pool. Carson batted it back and soon they were engaged in a playful game of trying to keep it aloft without holding onto it. Soon after they had the knack of it down, they started intentionally making the return hits from the other more challenging, forcing wild lunges with splashing and submersion increasingly required.
Carson followed an errant ball into the deeper end of the pool. Rather than sending it back into play, however, he heaved himself up on the ball, wrapped his arms around it, and half submerged it as he used it as a floatation device. He glanced back at Emmy as he slowly started to paddle further away.
"Hey, where are you going with my ball?" she said playfully.
"Oh, just out and about," he said. "You sent me this way, after all."
Emmy swam after him and quickly caught up. She positioned herself on the opposite side of the ball and wrapped her arms around it as well, overlapping his. Their heads were scarcely a foot apart as they rested their chins on the ball and their feet occasionally brushed one another as they lazily swung them around for stability.
"Kinda nice to just float around sometimes," Emmy said.
"Yeah, especially after you had me running all over the place after the ball."
"Like you weren't doing the same to me."
"Whatever."
"I noticed you seem to have lost something while you were inside," Emmy said, innocently enough that she was clearly trying to broach the subject without making a deal out of it.
"Yeah, funny thing that," Carson said. "I know I had some inhibitions when I went in there and, you know, they just seem to have gotten misplaced."
Emmy joined him in smiling at his joke. "I'll keep an eye out for them," she said. "And, if I do find them, I'll see to it they're never heard from again."
"Thanks. Seriously, though, it was something I realized I wanted to do after seeing how comfortable you could be with it. Just took me a little longer to accept it myself."
"That's great. I'm really proud of you. It's not something that people can come to very easily if they weren't raised doing it."
"I'm sure. Granted, it's not like I'm doing this in front of a whole bunch of people or anything."
"Honestly, I think it's easier when there are lots of people around," Emmy said. "You feel more like part of the crowd rather than an individual. Not the easiest thing to describe, I guess."
"I suppose I could see that," Carson said. "Well, at least as long as most everyone else was also naked."
"I hope you didn't feel like I was pressuring you or anything."
"No, not at all. If anything, you were almost too casual about it. I like you enough that I think I'd have done just about anything you asked."
Candid Confessions.
Emmy appeared to blush. "You like me, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Good?"
"Yeah, cuz I like you too. And I'm really glad you came over."
"Me too."
An awkward silence descended between the two of them as they just floated there lazily, gazing into one-another's eyes. Carson wondered if they might have snapped the magical spell of their budding relationship by being just a little too forthcoming with their feelings so soon. The little smile that cracked in the corner of Emmy's mouth allayed his fears, though.
"So, you'd have done just about anything I asked?" Emmy raised a curious eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, probably," Carson said.
"What if I'd asked you to kiss me?"
Carson's heart skipped a beat, even as he thought he heard a nervous crack in Emmy's voice when she asked the question. They both wanted it and she was at least brave enough to bring it up.
"I'd certainly have done that," Carson said, trying to sound far smoother than he felt.
Subconsciously or not, the gap between their faces across the beach ball had slowly closed until they were now just inches apart. Below the ball, when their feet brushed together, the contact lingered longer and longer. Carson was acutely aware that the back of his hands around the far side of the ball were in constant contact with her chest, just below her tits.
"Would you?" Emmy began to say.
Carson leaned forward and Emmy did so as well, their lips meeting and muffling anything else she might have said. Their kisses were light and tentative, just brushing the outside of their lips together with varying pressure and for increasing duration. He felt her mouth open slightly and their tongues soon began a similar slow dance of exploration.
After several blissful minutes of silent kissing, Carson found his neck getting sore from the awkward position leaning across the beach ball. He broke off the kiss and they shyly looked at one another. Both were grinning enough to let the other know that this was a very okay thing that was happening between them. Carson tossed the ball out of the pool, leaving them holding hands while using their feet to tread water in the deeper part of the pool.
"Maybe we should go somewhere we can stand, so we don't drown," Emmy said, barely above a whisper.
Hand in hand, they swam toward the midpoint of the pool where they both could comfortably touch the bottom. Immediately, they were kissing again, this time with their arms wrapped around one another. Carson was intensely aware that his growing erection was bumping up against her waist and he hoped that she wouldn't be bothered by the uncontrollable reaction.
For several blissful minutes, they simply held one another and kissed, reveling in the nuances of one another's taste and feel. Carson resisted the urge to let his hands roam her body, instead keeping them safely on her back and occasionally daring to massage her ass. Making out with a girl for the first time while nude was entirely new territory for him, and he was inclined to let her take the lead in establishing what sort of contact was okay. As long as she was only engaging in kissing and holding, then he would do the same.
"You know, you're a pretty good kisser," Emmy said when they both finally came up for a breather. The way her eyes sparkled made Carson's heart flutter.
"You're not," he said.
"What?" Emmy's eyes went wide as she pushed away from him.
"No, you're not pretty good. You're fantastic."
"Dork," she said, splashing him in the face with water.
Carson laughed and dove under the water, swimming back toward Emmy until he was able to wrap an arm around her waist. He surfaced, picking her up with him and tossing her a short distance away as she yelped in surprise.
"How dare you?" she said in mock anger once she had wiped the water from her eyes.
"Hey, you started it," he said.
Emmy rolled her eyes. "I need a drink," she said. "You want anything?"
Carson felt a little disappointed in that she seemed to be signaling an end to their little make out session. Still, he had hopes it was just the beginning of something bigger and better. He just had to make sure he could find the restraint to take it slow.
"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'll come along."
Carson followed Emmy as she climbed out of the pool and walked over to her towel. For having spent the last hour with her naked, she had been under water for most of the time. Now, after their make out and the attending surge of hormones, he was unable to take his eyes off her. She would never make it a model, but to his eyes she was wonderfully attractive and desirable; particularly in her self-assuredness.
Watching her towel off was even more enjoyable than watching her walk. The way her curves moved as she touched herself through the terrycloth was riveting. Under his own towel, he tried in vain to calm down his erection that had sprung back to life after almost relaxing prior to exiting the pool.
"Might want to be careful where you point that thing," Emmy said while he was busy toweling off his hair.
Carson flushed with embarrassment when he realized that she was looking at his cock and smiling wryly. He still didn't know where the boundaries of propriety sat between them and was worried that his body had led him over the line.
"I'm sorry," he said, weakly trying to cover himself with his towel.
"No, no, don't be," she said, the tone of her voice abruptly changing to one of guilt. "I'm sorry. It's rude to point out that sort of thing."
"Just, well, it's not something I can really control," he said.
"I know," she said. "And I'm sorry I said anything. Really, I don't mind. At all."
Carson stood frozen as Emmy reached for his towel and tossed it aside on a lounge chair. She looked blatantly at his cock which twitched slightly as it pointed straight at her. Biting her lower lip, she reached out and gently ran the tips of her fingers along the underside of its length. Carson gasped involuntarily at the surge of accompanying sensation.
"Guess the usual nudist rules don't exactly have to apply right now," she said. "Not when we're alone."
"Does this sort of thing happen often to guys? You know, like at the camps and things you do?"
"No," she said. "Well, not real often, anyway. It does once in a while, though, and it's considered rude to make a big deal of it. Usually, it'll settle back down quickly enough. I think it's probably easier for guys to stay relaxed when in bigger groups of people just hanging out than when alone and; well, making out."
"Yeah, I would imagine so," he said.
Emmy let her fingers drop from him, though she almost seemed a little reluctant in doing so. "Sorry, I didn't really mean to get you so worked up. I did want to kiss you. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised at anything else since we are naked and all."
"New experience for me," he said.
"Me too."
"Really?"
"Well, the making out part," Emmy said. She nodded her head toward the door and led the way back to the house. "Not that I haven't made out before, but I just haven't done it while naked with a guy."
"So, you haven't had any boyfriends from any of the nudist groups?"
"Nah. Couple guys have hit on me and I'm fine with hanging out with them and all, but I wasn't really up for more than that."
"So I'm your first."
"Yup."
"Firsts all around tonight, then." In a way, Carson found the revelation to put him much more at ease about the whole nudity aspect of the evening to know they were both in somewhat unfamiliar territory. At least they were doing it together, and so far it was going pretty darn well.
Emmy poured two glasses of lemonade and they both quickly drained and refilled them. Carson leaned casually against one of the kitchen counter tops, marveling at how surreal and yet wonderful this evening had ended up. Three days ago, it idea of pleasantly chit chatting in Emmy's kitchen, both nude, was inconceivable. It was all he could do not to smile uncontrollably at the strange twists of fate.
The sound of a door opening somewhere in the house startled Carson, effectively deflating what little was left of his relaxing erection. Emmy recognized his immediate discomfort and quickly placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"Just my parents getting back from their show," she said.
"And they'll be okay with this?" Even for a family of nudists, he found it difficult to wrap his mind around the idea that the parents of a teenage daughter would be okay with finding her hanging out with a naked boy in the middle of the kitchen. She might be legally an adult, but not by much.
"Yeah," she said. "Just relax and don't make a big deal of it."
Emmy made it sound so easy, but Carson could tell that she understood his discomfort and sympathized. Moments later, her parents walked into the kitchen, still dressed up nicely from their evening out. It required every bit of his nerve to just stand there and act like there was nothing out of sorts while they took in the scene. To his amazement, neither blinked twice.
"Hello Carson," her father said. "Nice to see you again."
"You too, sir," Carson managed to say, giving an abbreviated wave.
"How did the studying go?" her mother asked.
"Went very well," Emmy said. "We got through all the material by dinner."
"That's great," her mother said, giving Carson an appreciative smile. "It was so nice of you to help out, especially this close to finals when you probably have studying of your own to do."
"It was no problem," Carson said. "If anything, it was probably more useful to me than just studying on my own would have been."
"Looks like you two have been enjoying the pool," her dad said.
"Yeah," Emmy said. "I think we're probably done for the night, though."
"Oh, ok," he said. "Your mom and I might take a quick dip, but didn't want to intrude if you two were going to be out there for a while."
"Nah, help yourself."
Carson was pretty certain that Emmy's parents would be out there nude as well, so he was relieved that Emmy was going to leave the pool to the two of them. Not that he particularly minded the idea of them skinny dipping, but he wasn't quite sure he was ready to hang out with them socially under those conditions. Not yet, anyway.
"Well, good to see you again, Carson," her dad said. He and his wife proceeded to take their leave.
"Yeah, you too," Carson said, genuinely meaning it. In spite of his initial misgivings about being seen by her parents, they were so friendly and open that he couldn't help but like them.
Upstairs Intimacy.
"Come on," Emmy said. "Let's go upstairs."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, if you're not in a rush to leave, I thought I could show you some photos."
"Sure. What kind of photos?"
"Vacation ones, mostly."
Emmy flicked her bedroom light on and walked straight over to her dresser to grab a hair brush. She started pulling the brush through her still-damp hair, trying to undo the snarls from swimming before they became a worse mess. Carson waited in the middle of the room, half watching her and half wondering if it would be appropriate for him to put some clothes back on. Nudity in and around the pool was one thing, but being naked in a girl's bedroom was something entirely different.
"You can turn on my laptop, if you want," she said, effectively deflecting him from having to decide whether to dress at least until she made a move to do so first.
Carson walked over to her desk and pressed the power button. While it hummed to life, he couldn't resist taking a peek out the back window over the pool area. Her parents weren't out there yet, nor would they have been unless they had gone straight from the kitchen to the pool, stripping along the way. It was just a little bit of insatiable curiosity that made him look anyway.
"Come here," Emmy said, laying belly down on her bed and patting the space beside her. A little nervously, he grabbed the laptop and laid down beside her, also face down. Emmy, propped up by her elbows such that her tits were just freed, took the computer and set it before them.
"I could tell you're curious as hell about what some of our vacations are like, so I figured I'd get this out of the way so your imagination doesn't get the better of you."
"Thanks, I guess," Carson said, a little embarrassed but unable to deny what she said.
Emmy clicked through a couple folders and pulled up a slide-show of pictures from "camping 10." Moments later, they were greeted with a snapshot of Emmy's parents from the top up, sitting at a picnic table with a deck of playing cards and quite nude. As she clicked through the pictures, she described the camping area they frequented in the summers and the sorts of activities they did there. Carson found it all to be very much what he would expect of an ordinary camping trip; campfires, food, fishing, swimming, volleyball, and so on. The only difference was that most of the people in the pictures were nude. It was almost so pedestrian that Carson found himself hardly judging or getting caught up in that aspect.
"So that's my older brother, Scott," she said, pointing out a tall, skinny guy who was probably a few years her elder. "He's off studying art in California.
"And this is my older sister, Camille, and her fiancé Rick. They met as physics undergrads at Arizona and are both working toward doctorates now."
"Nice," Carson said. He thought her sister was attractive, if entirely unlike Emmy. Camille looked to be about half a foot shorter, a little heavier set, and more fully endowed up top. It was only in their faces that he could see any hint of family resemblance. "So, I take it Rick was brought into the; lifestyle?"
"Yeah, she recruited him to the dark side," Emmy said, playfully nudging him on the shoulder.
"So, I probably have them to thank; for your parents' relaxed attitude toward me this evening?"
"It probably didn't hurt any, no," she said. "But, honestly, you jumped in a lot faster than he did. I don't think she even told him about her nudist past until they'd been dating for half a year. And it was another year after that before he finally agreed to come along on one of the family trips. Once we got him out of his clothes, though, it was all good. I think he's a lifer, now."
"You said they were getting married next month, right?"
"Yup. In Arizona. Maybe I'll even ask you to be my date if you play your cards right."
"Hmm, could be fun."
Emmy flipped through some more photos, pointing out various friends and acquaintances. She told him several funny stories about their experiences there over the years and it served to give him the sense that she was part of a very close knit family. His family got along pretty well, but there was something about hers, that seemed to go well beyond that. Perhaps it was something in the philosophy of nudity that got past the more superficial social barriers.
Body Art.
"Whoa, what's that?" Carson reached for the arrow keys when Emmy refused to go back. She pretended to fight him off for a moment before relinquishing control. He skipped back a slide and found a picture of Emmy and another girl of about the same age, standing arm in arm, their bodies painted wildly with flowers and other colorful symbols and abstractions.
"That's my friend, Penny," she said.
"No, the painting," Carson said. "That's pretty cool. Another usual camp activity?"
"Not something we do all the time, no," she said, clearly a bit embarrassed. "But once in a while, yeah."
"Cool. It looks good on you."
"Whatever." Emmy was now quite blushing.
"No, really. It's cute. You paint yourself, or does someone else do it?"
"You can do it yourself, but it's usually easier to let someone else do most of the work. Penny and I took turns working on each other. And, clearly, she's a much better painter than I am."
"You do that with brushes?"
"Sometimes. Or just fingers. Either one works."
"Hmm; not sure that's an activity I could see myself doing. If I were to ever, you know, go along to something like this."
"Why not?" Emmy was glad to turn the topic.
"Well, I'd want to be running my fingers all over you," he said, blushing. "And, that would probably result in me reacting, a little indecently."
"Oh, I see!" she said, teasing him. "You'd be into the finger painting?"
"Maybe. Probably." Carson blushed.
"And what would you paint on me?" Emmy rolled back to her side so she could see him better, exposing her front side to him in the process. He tried not to let his eyes wander down too far.
"I don't know," he stammered. "The flowers looked nice on you. Maybe just swirls and stuff. Your body is already like a flower."
"Hang on," she said, and rolled completely off the bed. She grabbed a pump bottle of lotion from her dresser and returned to the bed, handing it to him.
"What's this for?" he asked.
"It's not paint, but show me what you'd paint on me," she said, laying flat on her back beside him. He sensed that she was just a little bit nervous, though that did little to ease his nerves.
"You serious?" Carson asked.
She nodded and watched him expectantly. Carson sat upright and squirted a large glob of the white lotion into the palm of his hand. He then set aside the bottle, dipped his forefinger in it, and started by drawing a nice, safe, wavy line from her sternum to her navel. Her belly quivered just a bit at his touch, but she kept smiling.
It was obvious to Carson that there were strong sexual undertones to Emmy's desire to have him touch her. She had, after all, already touched his erect cock. They had only shared a first kiss less than an hour earlier, though, and he was far from certain what sort of boundaries he was working under. While she seemed rather confident talking about sex, he had the impression that she was possibly as inexperienced in that arena as he. The last thing he wanted to do to this budding relationship was to ruin it.
He continued to draw simple geometric patterns on her body; mostly on her stomach, but also her thighs, shoulders, and even her cheeks. The mere act of touching her body caused him to become aroused again, bringing further embarrassment, but she paid it no notice. He had to keep reminding himself that this was her idea and that she wanted his hands touching her.
Finally, he summoned up the courage to be a little bit more intimate. He dabbed his finger in the lotion and used it to draw flower petals around one of her tits. When he finished the circuit, he dotted the middle by placing a glob right on her hard nipple. She giggled, a wonderful and happy sound to his ears and conscience.
"You have some mad artistic skills there," she said.
"It's all in the canvas," he replied. "And the muse."
"You gonna fill up the rest of the canvas, or are you just gonna stare at what you've already got done?"
Carson blushed slightly, but was greatly relieved that there was a sense of growing comfort between them. Somehow, they seemed to be skirting along through the awkward territory of new love and stark nudity without screwing anything up. He was still careful not to blow it and painted her other tit as a big smiley face with her other nipple standing in as the nose.
"I might have you replace Penny in any future body painting," she said.
"That almost sounds like an invitation," he said.
"Might turn into one if you don't watch it. You're skinny dipping with your lab partner one night and the next thing you know you're spending every weekend at a nudist beach preaching about the failure of a prudish culture."
"Maybe we can just stick to the skinny dipping for a while."
"For now," she said, though not without considerable meaning. He found it very exciting, however, to think that she was professing an ongoing interest in him, reflecting the very feelings he had for her. "Now, maybe you should rub in your artwork so my parents aren't wondering just what the hell we were up to in my room."
Carson started rubbing the lotion around and into her skin. There was so much of it, however, that he had to frequently rub it onto her arms and legs where he hadn't previously drawn anything. It was a combination of clean up job and sensual massage, because he took his time rubbing her skin with gentle caresses that she seemed to enjoy immensely.
After rubbing in the majority of the lotion from her legs and tummy, he leaned forward to rub in the dabs that he'd placed on her cheeks. He spread it over the hard curves of her smile and then down her chin and around her neck. When he finished with the face, he bent over her to kiss her gently. She kissed back for a good minute before pausing to remind him that he wasn't finished yet.
All that was remained was the flower and the smiley face around each tit. He'd intentionally left these for last. Starting with the smiley face, Carson streaked the lotion across her tit first in one direction and then the other, leaving behind something of a messy checkerboard. Unable to resist any longer, he placed his entire hand over her tit and massaged it lovingly. The flesh was warm and soft under his hand, yielding to his gentle pressure. Her nipple strained at the stimulation, and he ran his fingers over and around it, eliciting silent gasps from Emmy.
Under his attention, she had closed her eyes and her smile had vanished. It its place was the unmistakable look of arousal and pleasure. Her breathing was becoming shallow and quicker and her hands and feet moved unconsciously.
Carson brought his other hand to the remaining untouched tit and rubbed the last of the lotion into her skin. Soon, both hands were rubbing her tits in perfect tandem, and Emmy let out a faint but unmistakable moan. Her eyes snapped open when that happened and she gave him a helpless smile.
Lingual Love.
"Kiss me," she demanded, beckoning him closer with a curled finger.
Carson rose to his knees, no longer bothered by the way his erection flaunted itself in her direction, and leaned into her waiting lips. Her mouth opened wide at the contact and their tongues mashed together in a frantic release of pent up passion. With the one hand not supporting his own weight, he resumed massaging her tits, further driving her enthusiasm.
After several minutes, Carson grew bolder and began kissing his way to her earlobe and then down her neck. Encouraged by her soft moans and the way she was now rubbing his back, he continued to kiss lower and lower until he was flirting around her tits. Without any sign of resistance from her, he finally reached one of her nipples, kissing and then sucking it into his mouth.
If Emmy's moaning wasn't enough of a hint that she was enjoying his attention, Carson got the point when he felt her fingertips trace along the length of his erection. The touch was so unexpected that it sent a shock wave through his entire nervous system. He did his best to continue licking and kissing each of her nipples in turn, but it was difficult to focus with her running her hand up and down his cock and then cupping his balls. She wasn't trying to get him off, but he was so aroused that it wasn't impossible to imagine it happening spontaneously at any moment.
Eventually, Emmy removed her hand from his cock and he took that opportunity to lay beside her. She rolled into him and they resumed kissing for a while, restraining their hands to gently rubbing each other's back. Carson was painfully aware that his erection was now pressed up against her pubic bone, scant inches away from having sex. His body was screaming at him to get on with it, but the last lingering remnants of his conscious mind told him that he'd better not.
Emmy draped one of her legs over his, somehow drawing them even closer together. Carson, with his free hand, moved from rubbing her back to massaging her butt. With her leg splayed over him, he soon realized her pussy was very accessible. Tentatively, he rubbed closer and closer until he could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. Not meeting any resistance, he closed the final fraction of an inch and ran his fingers across the swollen, slippery folds of her pussy.
Emmy gasped and moaned at the touch of his fingers, then spread her legs wider to allow him easier access. This being his first time touching a girl so intimately, Carson took his time getting a lay of the land. As her breathing became increasingly labored, he inserted one and then two fingers deep inside, to which she responded by pushing against his hand as if eager for more. He then played his thumb across what he hoped was her clitoris, alternating between quick oscillations and slow, gentle circling.
After several minutes of kissing and fondling Emmy, Carson felt her begin to roll back from him, forcing him to disengage from her cunt. He was momentarily afraid that he might have gone too far, but the dreamy expression on her face allayed his fears. She darted back in to give him a ferocious, penetrating kiss before rolling back again.
"That was nice," she said. "Really, really nice."
"Thanks," he said. "You're welcome. First time, really, so I'm glad I didn't totally screw up."
"Not in the slightest."
They laid there, facing one another and scant inches apart, for a blissful minute or more. They simply looked in each other's eyes and smiled. Carson, unable to resist, reached out to brush a stray lock of hair back from her forehead and then caress her cheek.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Two things," Carson said after giving it a moment's thought.
"Tell me."
"Well, first, I'm thinking how incredibly wonderful you are and how lucky I am to be here right now with you."
"Awe." She leaned in to kiss him again. "And the other?"
"That this is exactly the sort of thing that makes most guys nervous about being naked in public. That I'd see a girl I liked and, well, not be able to control myself."
Emmy giggled. "Well, I'm pretty sure if we were down by the pool with my parents right now, this wouldn't be happening."
"No, I'm sure it wouldn't."
"To be fair, though, you're probably right in a sense. If we hadn't been nude tonight, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have been quite so; intimate."
Carson felt a bit guilty when she said that. "I'm sorry. Did I push it too far?"
"God, no," Emmy said, reaching out to grasp his still erect cock. "No. I certainly didn't do anything I didn't want to, and I hope I didn't come on too strong with you."
"Not at all," he said sheepishly.
"If anything, I think being nude simply forced us to be more open and honest with each other sooner than we might otherwise have been."
"Just wish we'd opened up earlier in the semester," Carson said. He kissed her passionately in response to the attention she was giving him.
"Guess we'll have to make up for lost time this summer," she said between kisses.
They broke off the kiss at the sound of a door shutting downstairs. Carson felt the mood fleeing at the presence of her parents in the house. He might almost be able to wrap his mind around them being comfortable with him and their daughter hanging out in the buff together, but he was pretty sure they wouldn't take too kindly to finding them making out.
Emmy released him and rolled onto her back so she could peer over at the clock on her nightstand. She sighed and looked back at him apologetically.
"Think we may have to call this a night," she said. "We're driving down south tomorrow and have to be on the road by six."
"Ouch."
"And their room is just at the end of the hall."
"No worries," he said. He would be lying to say he wasn't disappointed, but the promise of so much more left him giddy.
A Big Week Ahead.
"You said you were gone for the weekend. When can I see you again?"
"Next week is finals, so I'm sure we'll both be busy," she said. "But, I imagine we'll manage to find some time. And until then, you do have my number."
Carson dressed, retrieved his damp suit from
the bathroom, and packed his backpack. Emmy followed and
they chatted idly about her weekend trip back to Humble, her old
hometown; to attend her best friend Penny's graduation party.
"She's the one from the picture, right?"
"That's her," Emmy said. "Maybe I'll subject you to meeting her someday."
"Subject me? Sounds ominous."
"She's my opposite in some respects. For starters, she's an insatiable flirt, has a mouth like a sailor, and isn't afraid to tell a guy exactly what she'd like him to do to her, or what she'd like to do with him."
"Okay."
"She'll be here next weekend for my party, if you're feeling brave."
"Will I need to bring back up?"
"Actually, that might be a good idea," Emmy said with a smile. "Is your voyeur buddy attached?"
Carson shook his head no. "And I don't think it'd take much convincing to get him to come along."
Emmy, still nude, took his hand and led him downstairs to the front door. They passed her parents' room, hearing only muffled talking behind the closed door. Carson was a little relieved not to have to confront them again, especially if they might have been undressed. Maybe next time he'd be ready for that.
They stepped out onto the covered porch and closed the door, leaving them in near total darkness. Only a couple distant lights indicated the presence of neighbors' houses through the trees, and these were joined by twinkling stars and a sliver of crescent moon to punctuate the blanket of nighttime. He would have to be careful just walking to his car parked near the end of their driveway.
Emmy moved in front of him, taking his other hand, and raised on her tip toes to kiss him. He parted his lips to permit her eager tongue. Facing a long weekend away from her, he soaked in every detail; from the taste of her lips to the smell of her hair and the soft peach fuzz in the small of her back; memories that would get him through the absence. Or, more likely, distract him immensely from studying for exams.
When he felt Emmy brush his reinvigorated cock through his shorts, he allowed himself to cup her tits again. Her nipples quickly hardened between his fingers and she grasped him more firmly in response.
"Carson?" she asked, breaking off their kiss but not relinquishing her hold.
"Yeah?"
"This is kinda embarrassing, but I want to ask you something."
"Uh, okay, sure." He couldn't imagine what sort of question could embarrass a girl who had no qualms standing on her front porch completely naked.
"Do you have blue balls?" He could sense the embarrassment in her voice, tempered with genuine curiosity and concern.
"Uh;"
"I don't know why I asked. Penny told me that with one of her first boyfriends, before they were, you know, doing the deed, they would make out so long that the guy would get really sore. Eventually he would get moody and it caused some emotional challenges for the guy. Once she started finishing him off, he didn't have that problem anymore."
Carson smiled at her explanation. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the hand she was using to tease his erection. He guided her fingers around until they cupped his testicles. They were, indeed, a bit tender, though he'd had worse with a previous girlfriend who'd refused to go any further than petting with clothes on.
"They're a little sore," he said. "Not too bad, though, and certainly worth the effort."
"I'm sorry," she said. "Guess I don't have much experience with that sort of thing."
"Don't worry about it."
Carson felt Emmy free her hand from under his and unzip his shorts. She pulled his shorts and briefs down, right outside her front door. His waistband was down just far enough for his erect cock to pop out into the mild summer breeze. Gently, she stroked his length with alternating hands, one cupping his balls and the other slowly sliding along his phallus.
Emmy leaned in close, kissed his neck, and then whispered in his ear. "Don't tell me what not to worry about. I want you to, want to come back."
She knelt down in front of him, not breaking her gaze into his eyes; and kissed the bulging tip of his cock. In the now-near total darkness, Carson could scarcely make out anything, so he closed his eyes and focused purely on the physical sensation. Her initial efforts were tentative, perhaps inexperienced; but she soon moved from kissing and licking to taking most of his length inside her mouth. She alternated with holding him firm while using her tongue and sliding him quickly in and out while relying on her lips to stimulate him.
Carson was endowed with length, but not all that thick. At 7 inches, now; He was still slender enough that she could open wide enough to take him deep.
After a couple short minutes, Carson could feel himself blazing toward release. Emmy was perceptive enough to realize that when she utilized her tongue to stroke his crown's underside frenulum, he squirmed in obvious delight. She fondled his balls and soon notices the sack constrict, drawing his balls to draw up inside the now-rounded sack.
He grunted an almost incomprehensible warning to Emmy. In response, she latched onto him firmly with her mouth and with her hand stroked the base of his cock until he came in her mouth. He felt her pull back without disengaging the ridged crown, swallow, and then massage the remaining semen from him with long swallowing strokes of her tongue.
She took her time bringing him back down, gently licking and stroking as he softened just slightly. His legs were shaking and he had to run his fingers through her hair and hold her head for support.
Emmy's tongue receded and the back of her mouth opening expanded, then she pressed into him, letting his cock head press against the back of her open throat. He felt his cock flex a bit and run along the back of her throat, descending down in her tight passage. He felt her nose press into his pubic bone, then her tongue resumed a swallowing repetition. It drove his highly-sensitive post-ejaculate cock crazy with nerve stimulus overload.
Oh, too much! He whispered urgently as he squirmed to escape her oral chamber of erotic teasing. She released his cock and it flopped down, but stayed impressively long.
She rose up and kissed his ear, then nibbled the lobe.
“Til I see you Monday, she whispered.
He reflected on what an amazing sensation it had been, and he could hardly wait until they could try it again, where it was light enough to see her beautiful eyes looking back up at him.
"Feel a little better?" she asked as she stood and snuggled into his embrace.
"Fantastic. Thanks."
"My pleasure."
They kissed for several more minutes, each seemingly reluctant to be the one to call it a night. Eventually, though, they finally separated and said their farewells.
"So, Monday night?" Carson said, turning back to her as he was halfway to his car.
"It's a date," she said. "And, maybe just for this next date, we could try wearing clothes."
"Kinky. As long as you're there, though, I don't care what you're wearing." Carson said, dropping his volume down halfway through his sentence, "Or not."
They shared a laugh. As Carson started his car, he caught one last glimpse of Emmy in silhouette as she opened the front door and turned to wave goodbye. He realized he'd better get his cramming for finals done before Monday, because that's when the distractions will be resuming.
Focusing on his studies was going to be hell.
To be continued. Based on a post by WatchingCloud, for Literotica.