Greta s Story 3 High School Senior Year a Naked in School Tale
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Sam Kramer looked over the kitchen table at her adopted daughter, Greta, and admired the even golden glow of the teenager's tan unblemished by strap marks or tan lines. "Just how much time have you been spending lazing by the pool, Greta? I ask with no purpose beyond pointing out the the risk of sunburn and skin cancer; you can consider this the 'use an SPF 45 lecture' the combined forces of motherhood and professional nursing wish me to express. And who else is with you, there are too many towels in the laundry room for just you poolside."
"Brenda has been dropping by from around one in the afternoon til around four thirty," Greta told her mother, "Her job at the parks department gets done at half passed twelve every day, she walks over here from Rock Creek Park and we hang for the afternoon, no biggie, is it?"
"Nope," Sam smiled," I like Brenda and she is good company for you as well. Do you take her home on your way to your job?"
'Yeah, she climbs into the Blue Bomber and we leave here around four forty, I drop her off by ten to five and I'm at the assisted living facility by five to punch in for my four hours." Greta was continuing her placement at the assisted living facility beyond her mandatory community service period, the facility had added a part time job to its roster for her as a recreation therapy aide, where she did everything from playing catch with a beach ball to helping with holding a pallet of paint for an artist who had lost the use of one arm due to a stroke.
Hanging in Sam's room, above her chest of drawers, was the painting in oil on canvas of Greta, done by the physically challenged woman. Greta likewise had one of the woman's pieces in her room, a still life of the facility's resident cat, Marvelous Marvin, curled up asleep on a library shelf. Greta worked five p.m. to nine p.m. Monday through Friday and then nine a. m. to nine p.m. on Saturday. Despite the fact that her junior year community service obligation was over and that her voluntary submission to the naked in school all nude all the time facet of the Program had ended with the school year, Greta had chosen to continue the nude lifestyle, as she said, "At least through the summer, Sam, maybe come the cooler weather I'll consider Uggs and a long down coat this year."
Sam had laughed at that, remembering her naked shivering adopted daughter shoveling the three inches of snow that had fallen last March, determined to maintain her total nudity commitment despite her skin turning blue. Greta had spent an hour in the hot tub after that incident.
Greta finished the junior year with a grade point average of 3.75 on a 4.0 scale. Normally a solid C+/B- student, her grades jumped by one full point for completing a full school year naked, twenty-four and seven. She had been approached by the school administration and by the Program mentoring counselor about repeating her nudity through senior year. If she agreed she would become a Student Mentor in the Program, helping to ease girls selected for the mandatory one-week participation in the Program from textile to nude lifestyle. She hadn't said yes or no to that as yet, but it felt so natural to be without clothing now that she dreaded the thoughts of having to shop for, buy and then wear clothing. By law, the only thing she had to wear was a pair of sneakers or sandals while driving and a silver disc on a silver beaded neck chain that was engraved with DDEHS NIS, on the front standing for, Dwight David Eisenhower High School Naked In School program. The back was coded Jr-2 indicating she was the second female in her junior year to volunteer for the all nude all the time portion of the Program. That medallion marked her as fully dressed in the eyes of the law and it would have to be returned on the first day of Greta's senior year in September. She was reserving her decision until then. Greta's best school friend Brenda Adams wore medallion Jr-1. One of the many things they talked about sitting by the pool was reenrolling in the program in the fall.
Brenda's parents, though more liberal than most in the church crowd the family belonged to, were getting the nudges in conversation that wasn't one year enough, wouldn't she look lovely in that style dress, "and crap like that," Brenda had reported the last time she had been over. "So I don't know if they are going to allow me to sign up for next year."
"What about the grade boost, that was your convincer last year, Brenda, can you play that card again?"
"I heard that if you go Student Mentor, the grade boost no longer is offered," Brenda had replied, "So it would be back to good old C level me again. It was nice to see one final report card of solid B grades though."
The Program Mentor had spoken to both Greta and Sam in Sam's office at the high school just before the end of the school year. "The government is thinking about revising the name of the Program from Naked In School to Naked In Society, and I think our Greta and Brenda are fantastic role models for such a change. Don't you? As a Student Mentor Greta would work out of my office. I see the Student Mentor's helping with grooming, hygiene and poise and confidence issues for girls new to the program and the government is providing a stipend for the positions." Jan Thayer was wearing only a golden medallion bearing the inscription Program Mentor on its front with Jan Thayer and the last four numbers of her social security number on the reverse. If Greta agreed to take the job a similar disc would be her only garb for her senior year of high school.
"Yeah, Brenda, Sam mentioned her conversation with Thayer about that. Since the government is offering a paycheck the school district felt it did not have to offer the grade point incentive. But, that is only if you go mentor, you can still do the program as full time volunteer, senior year, and I think the grade boost would still be in effect." Greta had stretched in the sun like a lazy cat at that point and smiled at the thirty something single guy who walked passed them for the seventh time in the last half hour.
"Creepy," Brenda muttered watching the thong-clad male walk away from her, "why doesn't he stop and talk instead of staring like that every time he walks by?"
"Because his boyfriend is jealous of us," Greta giggled. "Sam told me. Joey really admires that females can legally opt to be nude in public and he looks on us as suffragettes for his cause as well; equal rights for full time male nudity. His partner, Hal, thinks if Joey spends too much time with naked girls, he'll switch teams and leave Hal for one of us. Joey with Sam I could almost see, they would be cute together. Joey with you or me, ew, what would we talk about? Oh, and I've seen him dance." Rolled eyes and a giggle let Brenda know that was not a pretty sight.
Sam looked at Greta as she finished her teenage gush of a typical afternoon by the pool with Brenda and said, "You told Brenda you thought Joey and I would make a 'cute couple'! That will take as long as her two thumbs an punch out the keys on her cell phone to be texted all over the world," Sam chuckled. "I guess I'd better be ready for all of the beard jokes."
Turning serious, Sam said, "Gramma called. She wants us down to visit her last week of July through the first two weeks of August. Can you clear it with the facility?"
"They have already asked me for a vacation schedule, and I said I wasn't sure," Greta responded, "I'll try to arrange it. But I admit I'll miss them when I'm away and feel kind of guilty to not be there."
"Check it out so I can give Gramma an answer," Sam changed topics to, "Going for groceries in a bit, do you have a list?"
"On the fridge," Greta responded, putting her dishes in the dishwasher, "I'm going to get into the shower, now that a certain drainer of the hot water tank is done and it has had a chance to refill itself."
"Hey, it takes a lot of lather to get this," Sam twirled around like a dancer, "all baby smooth." They both broke up laughing.
The mess, as Greta called it, hit her four days before she and Sam were to leave for Gramma Kramer's on vacation. Sam had put Greta on the once every six month cycle of birth control when she had entered into the Naked In School full time Program portion. Sam did not believe that Greta's resolve would hold and she would eventually give into a boy wanting vaginal sex. Greta never kept her knees glued together, yet she was still a virgin insofar as still having an intact hymen. She had learned quite well how to perform hand masturbation for both males and females, and had oral sex giving and receiving from both genders as well. Yet, the thought of a penis penetrating her vagina was so distasteful to her that she warned her dates that NO meant NO for that.
Greta felt the rumbling in her stomach before she saw the flow. She had been lightly cramping for two days but had passed that off as having strained herself lifting supplies off of the shelves at the assisted living center. The leak started as a few drips on the third day and then by mid afternoon, blood was everywhere.
Sam was on hand with Midol and soft warm towels to hold against Greta's tummy, but after being nude for 'forever' Greta's problem was how to handle a flow that would not be contained with tampons. She literally did not own a stitch of clothing and the concept of buying something to wear just for the week to ten days she would flow bothered her. At least she wasn't in school and Brenda still was there to keep her company, though the pool and hot tub were off limits. Two five and two, Sam had said, two days of cramping coming on, five days of flow, and two days of light spotting on its way out. Sam had padded Greta's bed with disposable chucks pads and everywhere she sat there was an old folded beach towel. She used sick days at the assisted living center and was truly sick with the aches and cramps and misery.
When the flow had eased, Sam gave Greta the injection that would be good until late December, 'Oh goodie', Greta had said, 'I'll definitely be home for Christmas.'
Greta called Gramma Kramer in one of her less cramped moments and rather than using the little girl wheedle and voice she asked Sam's mother point blank if she could bring a friend. "A boy or a girl," was all Gramma had asked.
"A girl, my best friend Brenda, Gramma," Greta had responded.
"Well fine, she can share your room, I was afraid if it was a boy I'd have to clean out my office so he could use the pull out couch bed," Gramma stated, then added, "are you two a couple or just friends with benefits?"
"GRAMMA," Greta blurted two octaves higher than normal tone of voice, "she is the other girl who went full time with the Program, Gramma, and we kind of bonded over the experience but we ARE NOT LOVERS."
"Whatever you say, dear," Gramma chuckled on her end of the phone. Greta actually blushed in a full body pink flush just thinking about the look currently on Gramma's face.
Brenda had cleared her schedule to allow for the trip both with her parents and with her summer job. Greta was due a one-week vacation and was given the other two weeks off without pay. Sam of course was off on vacation all of July and the first three weeks of August. School nurses worked on a ten-month contract Sam had eight glorious weeks to bask in the sun, take CEUs at the college or on line and to enjoy her adopted daughter.
Wearing identical t-shirt dresses, the three women, one a thirty something and two teen-agers, arrived at the airline domestic terminal to check in for their flight south to Gramma Kramer's farm. Sam was wearing a ginger-colored dress that set off her eyes and hair perfectly. Greta wore the same mint green dress that she had worn to fly down to Gramma's at Christmas time. Brenda was wearing a pale yellow dress that hugged her curves and screamed 'I'm naked under this t-shirt." Which in fact all the women were, the dresses and sandals being the only clothing the trio wore. Purses and shoes through the x-ray machine, one at a time through the body scanner, and on to the first of two aircraft, this one would take them to Atlanta where they would change to a smaller plane for the final hop to the airport near Gramma Kramer's farm. It was a forty-five minute drive from the airport to Gramma's farm and then three weeks of relaxation.
Gramma was waiting outside the terminal by her Cayenne. Without luggage the four of the women fit into the cross over vehicle nicely. Sam was sitting in front on the passenger side while her mother drove and the two teen-agers sitting in the back seat. Conversation flowed freely between the four and it didn't seem to be forty-five minutes had passed when Gramma's house came into sight.
"Wow, your Gramma has all the amenities of a full fledged resort right here in her farm house, Greta," Brenda was awed as they toured the home, "I can see why you love to spend the holidays and vacation here."
"Look at the fitness center," Brenda gushed, looking at the free weights as well as the stationary bicycles and treadmills in what had once been a solarium. Just beyond that room a large pantry had been converted to a sauna and a small four-person hot tub also was in that space.
The large enclosed outdoor activity area held a twenty-meter lap pool heated to a perfect eighty-eight degrees year round, and a beach volleyball court. A completed outdoor kitchen with barbecues and a propane powered stove and oven combination unit along with a refrigerator and wine cooler resided on one deck. Along side that deck and slightly elevated from it was the sun deck with loungers and small tables and two outdoor chests made of a resin material for towels and seat cushions.
Brenda asked, "Does your Gramma do a lot of entertaining?"
Greta responded, "She's very good to the people who work for her and their families. It is not unusual on a Saturday or Sunday to have thirty or forty people in the compound, as Gramma likes to call the back yard, swimming, sunning and eating."
"Wow," Brenda said again, and then looked worried, "if she's having company over we don't have any clothes or swim suits."
"Neither will the company, Bren, don't worry about it. James, Gramma's foreman, has twin daughters about our age. When I was down at Christmas, Lynn and Lena were here almost every day to play volleyball with Sam and me. It was like, hello at the front door, peel naked before they hit the solarium door and splash into the pool to do a few laps before we settled into the volleyball sets for the rest of the afternoon. They are mean wicked players, Bren, so you're going to have to bring your "A" game if we are going to win even once against them."
"You are the meanest wickedest volleyball player I've ever seen on the court, Greta," Brenda replied, "if those two are that good I'll be embarrassed just being in the sand with them."
"Besides Sam, who do you think taught me to play?" Greta asked her best friend and continued with, "It was like a clinic every day. You know college recruiters were looking at them trying to get letters of intent signed when they were high school sophomores?"
"Wow, if they can teach me some decent moves maybe I can try out for our team this next year," Brenda smiled, "Spring Beach Volleyball, not full court winter volleyball on the hardwood floor. Diving for balls naked on waxed hardwood makes me shudder every time I watch you play."
"Sam shudders worse than you do, she is the one who has to patch up my floor rash and make the scabs and bruises presentable for school and social events," Greta chuckled, "thank heaven for body make up and self tanner."
Gramma Kramer and Sam walked out onto the lower deck at that moment and waved the girls over to them. Both were naked and when viewed together it was obvious they were family, Gramma had slightly fleshier hips and a bit of a droop to her breasts but the two were physically peas in a pod. Greta thought it was cute that Gramma chose to leave her pubic hair in place. She had teased Gramma that it looked like 'granny panties' for the naked set at Christmas time. Sam was trimmed back to a one-inch wide landing strip above her vaginal region. Brenda and Greta were waxed completely and both girls were considering spending the money on full body laser hair removal.
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“I’m Stacey, and I’m a sex addict.” I knew I wasn’t the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer’. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I’d read the mission statement that had been emblazoned on the front of our orientation binders at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. My mind immediately substituted “cum” for “come” and… anyway, yeah I guess I was probably one of...
HardcoreMandy and I were cleaning up the mess we made. My mother had supplied us with brushes and cleaning supplies, but we were doing it completely naked. Mandy kept glowering at me like this was my entire fault. I wasn’t the one who twisted her arm and made her come to my party. I wasn’t the one who made her strip naked. I wasn’t the one who left her here. I HAD been the one to lay it on nice and thick that I’d agree to all of my rules if she had to do them with me so I could be a good role model...
My Mom called Julie Simmon’s house while Mandy and I remained in the living room with our nipples touching, looking right at each other. I was having a staring contest with that stubborn bitch, and she refused to blink. It was so annoying! Mandy was almost as stubborn as me! “Hello? Is this Mrs. Simmons? No? Well, would you please let me speak to her?” whoever was on the other end hung up on my mother. She tried several times to reach someone, and each time a similar thing happened. I was...
She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...
Quickie SexZone Defense, written as Gavin E. BlackChapter OneNathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up. The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his...
Gay MaleMy heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure...
ReluctanceIt was close to the time Mrs. Sonneborne was going to arrive for our evaluation and exam. This was what we were working towards all week. We still had several more weeks of Summer before our training ordeal would be over but we were told how we performed would determine how much we learned and what we needed to work on next week. It would also be used to give us a ‘grade’ and the highest grade would be “Slutadictorian” in the end and be the boss of my mom for an additional week. Mom made us...
So these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...
First Time“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...
AnalThe first shot struck Jennifer under the chin. That one came from Lawrence. She was still yelping when Trent’s delivery took her full in the face, filling her mouth and blinding her in an explosion of thick white. She spat and wiped her eyes clear, then pursued her boyfriend, scooping snow as she ran. Trent taunted as he fled, but stumbled knee-deep in a drift. “Bastard!” She laughed as she pelted him, then pushed him over while he was still off-balance. He pulled her with him and they rolled...
Group SexShe needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift...
MasturbationA Bummer Summer? It was the dream of every seventeen year old, during the summer before his senior year of high school to spend it miles away from all his friends and all his stuff. In case you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm, because for Taylor Hughes, that was the last thing that he wanted. Unfortunately, he had no control over the matter. His parents were going out of the country on business for the entire summer, and trying as he might, Taylor was unable to convince them to let him...
“Okay my little Sperm Hounds,” my mom said it was settled “You are my responsibility, and now that you have had a taste of life under my boot you have all decided to submit fully to my training and surrender your bodies to me.” Mom seemed to forget about punishing me but warned me that if I came up with anything they do before the meeting with Mrs. Sonneborne as my punishment, she would flunk me AND make me do the punishment as well. “We want you to suggest something fitting for what you...
I escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...
Straight SexThe First Story - A "b.j. darling" Tale By Grace Love ------------- While this story contains truthful elements, it is a work of fiction and should not be construed as anything else. Nor should it be seen as condoning risky or violent behavior. All relationships portrayed are of a consensual nature and involve only individuals 18-years-of-age or older. ------------- Master does not allow me to cum. At all. Ever. i literally do not remember the last time i came. It was...
“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group Sex“You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for spilling the contents of my wild and dirty vacation. “Oh, please do tell! And you couldn’t...
Group SexChelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stuck in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new...
Group SexHello friends, so as you all have read my first story, ““, you all know what type of girl I am. After actively getting involved in lesbian sex for about a year now, I started dating a boy from a senior class. Well, I and Shalini was the hot topic of discussion in the school as of then almost everyone knew about our lesbian sexual adventures. But we didn’t mind it at all and in fact, we enjoyed it as it made us look sexier and hot among the senior boys. So one day, I was just hanging out in the...
For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...
SpankingAidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...
ReluctanceIt had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...
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